Michael Bauer

Mikey? Oh no. I'm not Mikey. You must have me mistaken for someone else. I... I just have one of those faces! {backs up} {flees}

He seems less... throat punchy than his brother. Good pick, @LevelUpDead.

-- field. Beautiful greens, golden yellows and pops of purple. Damn... @LevelUpDead would have loved seeing this.} {quietly} But you won't, Thea. Not for a long /long/ time. @YerOldPalMerle @InsipidSongbird @HisBlindSpot

-- of manners rule against going inside the home of those who were pissed at you and taking a nap.} You know what? I'm just going to wait outside! {Flinching as his voice echoed in the empty space, he stepped back on to the porch and sank to a seat, staring out across the --

-- {A fight? A battle? A good reason for @YerOldPalMerle not to grab the closest weapon and try and kill him Double Dead?} Hello? {Gaze landing on the oh-so-inviting looking sofa just inside, he held his ground and nipped his lip, pretty certain there was some kind --

-- without an invitation.} The White Robes sent me here. There's... {Falling silent for a beat, he floundered, trying to think of how in the world to explain his presence that didn't make him sound like either a stalker or a looney toon.} There's a... Well. --

-- baking them would do nothing but add insult to injury.} What's the most apologetic muffin anyway? Oatmeal? {clearing his throat} Merle? Beth? It's me. Michael. Is anyone... {Brow lifting as the door swung slowly open, he hovered at the threshold, loathe to step in --

-- hand and knocked at the farmhouse door, trying to think of some kind of apology that suited shooting @InsipidSongbird, wildly curious as to whether, if he concentrated hard enough, being Dead might mean he could conjure a muffin basket out of thin air. God knows --

-- idly wondering if @LevelUpDead being with @YerOldPalMerle's younger brother would buy him any kind of mercy.} Because we're practically family! And family doesn't put family's heads through the wall. {mumbling} Usually. {Stepping up to the front door, he lifted a --

-- snap people's necks like twigs.' {blinking} /Usually/? 'I must be off! Do say hello to Mister Dixon for me!' Wait! Don't... {Heart plummeting to his boots as the White Robe vanished in a swirl of golden shimmer and a chorus of high whole notes, he sighed, --

Well, on the bright side, odds are pretty good Merle can't kill me! {hesitantly} Right? {Rooted to the spot, he side eyed the White Robe, panic started to ratchet up at the angel's vacant nod.} /Right/? 'Mister Dixon and his family are very happy. Happy people don't usually --

This. {sighs} twitter.com/DailyPratchett…

-- and froze, wincing.} Dixon. As in /Merle/ Dixon's...? "Younger brother." {mumbling} Perfect.

-- being with someone who made her happy; the idea lifting a weight from his shoulders, he ticked over @SoManyArrows name in his head --

-- the confidence and faith to believe in himself in him." {A warm smile stealing across his face at the thought of @LevelUpDead --

-- "Daryl Dixon. They're a well matched pair. He's inspired her to take risks, to be strong and trust. And she seems to have inspired --

-- She's with someone." That's... Wait. {wide eyed} /With/ with? Are you telling me my sister has a boyfriend? What's his name? --

-- his head, flinching at the thought of @LevelUpDead and what his sister must think of him.} Can I ask...? "Miss Bauer's fine. --

-- least for the moment, still intact nose.} You don't need me for this. I'm not a fighter. I... I gave up. {Blinking, he ducked his --

-- Well, why didn't you say so! Let's go in! {Staying rooted to the spot, he side eyed the White Robe, dubiously prodding his, at --